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The Master was pleased that He had made
rose He sent a fragrant rain to give it a dose Of life giving water that made
rose grow And blossum with pretty flowers like unto a rainbow
When your life is troubled and filled with doubt and fears Look at
dew on
roses, and remember Jesus' tears As they placed
crown of thorns upon His sweet head Father forgive them is
words He said
The rose reminds us of this earthly life The thorns amongst
beauty are as sharp as a knife But
knicks and cuts are worth
prize Beautiful roses on
table, no matter what
size.
Copyright 2004 Irvin L. Rozier

author, preacher, retired military